You wouldn't normal see me put My Father and the New Yorker in the same sentence, but...

My father, passed now these many years ago, was a charming man.  Charming and a pathological liar - so not charming when you were on the receiving end.  Actually charming when he said it, but he made you feel like a total dumb-ass when you looked back on it later.
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I saw this New Yorker cartoon today and thought of him.  Not fondly, per say, but not with ill will either.  Just kind of typical.
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